I must not tell lies. Harry wrote yet again in another detention with that Umbridge woman.
The pain in Harry's hand was excruciating, it stung in a blistering pain. But this pain was only second to the pain he was currently feeling elsewhere…
You see Harry was almost late for his detention tonight and even had to cut dinner short. He ran through the corridors to the dreaded pink office and only just made it there in time. But this victory was soon short lived; this mad dash meant that Harry didn't have time to use the lavatory before coming. So now he was doomed, either he had to ask Umbridge to use the restroom, or suffer even more than before in an already hellish detention.
Harry shuddered at the thought of having to ask that lying toad to use the toilet, and even if he did ask, she probably would just make him stay past midnight. Harry decided to suck it up and try to focus at the task at hand (pun not intended) and try not to think about all the pumpkin juice he had drank at dinner.
15 minutes later
Harry was about to burst. He realized then that resistance was completely futile.
"Er…Professor Umbridge?" Harry asked nervously.
Umbridge looked up with a small smirk on her horrid toad-like face .
"Yes Mr. Potter?" She asked in her girlish voice
"May I use the restroom?" Harry said crossing his legs together .
Umbridge looked almost surprised at Harry's question, then she shook it off and responded with a wide, wicked grin, "No Mr. Potter, you will not have any breaks in this detention."
"But professor I…" Harry started
"No" Umbridge snapped
"Please I..." Harry almost begged.
"You should have gone before you came in." She said resuming her work.
Harry was beyond furious. He knew he was supposed to be being punished, but seriously!? Not letting him use the restroom in an emergency?! This was going too far!
"Professor, I am dead serious!" Harry almost yelled, "I really need to use the bathroom!"
Umbridge merely ignored him and continued grading papers as if he hadn't spoken at all. Harry as really getting desperate, he was going to pee himself if he didn't find a toilet, and fast. He took a deep breath and said to Umbridge,
"Professor Umbridge, I don't mean any disrespect. I just really need to use the bathroom." Harry said trying to keep his voice level and calm, but still she ignored him.
That's the last straw! Harry thought as he stood from his chair and turning towards the door. His fingers were inches away from the door knob when…
"Hem Hem" Umbridge coughed as she took out her wand with her stubby, wring littered fingers. "And where do you think you're going Mr. Potter?"
Harry turned around slowly, gritted his teeth, and looked her straight in the eye.
"I'm going to the bathroom you toady bitch; whether you like it or not." And with that Harry left the nauseatingly pink office in search of a restroom. While Umbridge just sat there, stunned.